I'm lying on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking of you...Your blackberry skin,
glistening with sweat as you whisper my name "Brown Sugar".
I walk over to you and gently lick the sweat sliding down your muscular chest.
I feel you watching me as your fingers softly squeeze my nipples
and your hands caress my breasts. I'm aching in between my brown legs.....while
Gerald Levert sings "Calling Me" with his soulful voice.
I hear you moaning when you feel my warm mouth on your manhood. Oh yes baby,
I'm lying on my bed staring intensly at the ceiling, thinking of you.
When you kneel down beside me and spread my legs open-I feel the softness of your tongue
teasing me. My body is on fire now, when I feel you inside of me- so strong so hard.
I whisper I love you and you smile and whisper you love me too.
Maxwell makes his way into the room with his sultry sexy voice making my hips move
slowly to when the "Cops come Knocking". Your heartbeat is loud and fast or is it my heartbeat
when you lift me and I wrap my strong legs around your back once again. Oh yes,
baby it feels so good as the aching between my legs disappears
and I feel the coolness of your breath on my face.
Maxwell leaves us and Etta James enters-her strong deep voice blowing a "Sunday Kind Of Love"
as we lay on my bed holding each other tightly.
And I stare at the ceiling "Thinking Of You".